The stuff of boredom.
Tired, tired, tired. Arrgh...Long timed haven't updated...dunno why..but anyway. Yesterday 20 of us went to see Aida at the Coliseum. It was atrocious. The only good thing it had going for it was it's tacky set. The general feeling I got from it can only be described in one way: In the 19th Century there was a great vogue for Chinese and Japanese prints which caused a huge number of European artists to imitate the orient-style. So that all these 'authentic prints' from the Orient, were in fact rather obvious European fakes. Well that's exactly how it felt, considering Aida takes place in Ancient Egypt, and they drew hieroglyphic-esque shapes upon the screens which was kinda sad cuz how hard would it have been for them to draw proper hieroglyphics, and the singers were fat and the plot was crap..the normal tragedy of star-crossed lovers, and it was just a waste. I mean, I'm starting to get fed up of listening to Italian operas sung in English. You just automatically lose all of the charm and beauty of it. Puccini, Verdi, they should be sung in Italian as the were written. And anyway how many people understand the singing any better when it's in English then when it's in a foreign language. They might as well singing it in the original and then flash the words upon the screen in translation.
Yes, yes, I am a scary purist at heart.
Oooooh! But the highlight of the evening was the teenie, weenie little mouse we saw scurrying upon the tracks at Paddington tube station (Bakerloo line), it's tail was like two times its body size. so sweet...*sigh* I miss our spider. Well it's not like we adopted her, it was more like she adopted us, and we worked together in perfect harmony and then one day she was gone. A bit like the spider in the top-hand corner of the shower...I use to see it every time I took my shower, though never mentioned it because I didn't want my parents to bring it outside. It's been gone for a few weeks now but I still can't help looking up to see if it's there.
Yes, yes, I am a scary purist at heart.
Oooooh! But the highlight of the evening was the teenie, weenie little mouse we saw scurrying upon the tracks at Paddington tube station (Bakerloo line), it's tail was like two times its body size. so sweet...*sigh* I miss our spider. Well it's not like we adopted her, it was more like she adopted us, and we worked together in perfect harmony and then one day she was gone. A bit like the spider in the top-hand corner of the shower...I use to see it every time I took my shower, though never mentioned it because I didn't want my parents to bring it outside. It's been gone for a few weeks now but I still can't help looking up to see if it's there.